With only 20 min of sleep, I got up and went with Mom and Aunt Linda Christmas shopping for 3 of my cousins. I was apparently helpful and good company because Mom bought me this hat for Christmas without any rude remark like she usually gives.
We’re out until about 11 am and Linda is going to babysit another cousin’s 3 kids; a 3 year old step-son, a 1 year old and 9 month old (that might both be his. The jury is still out.) I offer my services.
When the kids roll in, my cousin’s truck tires are peeling off in layers. Its one thing if its him, but he had 3 little kids and his little brother in the truck. 5 people in a truck and 3 of them in various car seats. He gets pissed when my uncle kind of bitches at him about it. I would have. I also would have given him more attitude if he got his daddy to call to inquire what was going on. I know everyone’s poor, but people have tires laying around that aren’t dry rotting.
Also, none of the children had on coats. We go to a parade at about 2:30 pm. The 9 month old and 1 year old have on fleece jackets. The 3 year old has on the equivalent of a wind breaker. The 9 month old got to stay in her carrier and got a fleece blanket draped over her. The 1 year old was going between Linda’s big son and herself and they both produce large amounts of body heat. The 3 year old was running around after candy. When I noticed his face was turning purple and his nose was starting to run, I took off my coat and draped it around him. I stood there in my cotton hoodie. Now I’m sick. I’m going to punch their parents in their dicks.
If you have kids, make them – FORCE THEM – to wear coats. Even if they start crying and throw fits. MAKE THEM WEAR THE GOD DAMN COAT.
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